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Isaiah was safe. No one in the world could make me tell them what had happened at that cabin in the mountains. Because now, I was his wife.
Genevieve was a force, one who had changed my life forever.
Genevieve spoke with her beautiful eyes. Every emotion, every feeling, flashed in her rich, coffee-colored gaze. I’d do right by her.
I ran the garage, and I was the president of a motorcycle club.” “Like Sons of Anarchy?”
“They’re constellations.” Some fit between the knuckles. Others dipped down to the softer skin between my fingers. “Why constellations?” I turned my attention to my sandwich. “For someone I used to know who loved the stars.”
But doll had come out instead because she was flawless.
Genevieve had the power to destroy me completely. My life would be in ruins when she walked away. This kiss wouldn’t change the future. I shoved those thoughts away. And I kissed my wife.
Last night, he’d let down his guard. Last night, I’d fallen asleep in his arms. And last night, I’d stopped pretending I wasn’t in love with my husband.
I savored the soft feel of her lips and the smell of her hair. When we broke apart for our picture, she had a rosy glow on her cheeks and a little smile on her face. Picture or not, I’d remember that look until the end of my days.
The life I’d planned to return to in Colorado wasn’t my dream anymore. Isaiah was my dream.
The I love you had come out in a panicked rush. I’d slow them down, every day for the rest of her life. My wife.
“We could change our names and live way up north. We’d be like pioneers, living off the grid.” His thumb stroked my cheek. “As long as your last name matches mine, I’m good with that too.”
Isaiah’s eyes had been so haunted once. So dark and lifeless. Tonight, they were as bright as stars. My husband. My life.
